The strangeness of awakening
in an oh so silent world
Breathlessly waiting
for the first proud beams of light
As the hours grow longer
and the shadows never fall
My sky has forsaken me
My desperation grows

Bring me the light
in the darkness that never ends
the dawn will never come
punish my heaven

We have arrived
at the outermost crossroads
The charge of cosmos
at our atmospheric skies
will cause our fall

If I had wings, would I be forgiving ?
If I had horn,
would there be flames to shy my smile ?

Hymns of loss are heard
from the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
I punish

Bring me the night
in the fires that never end
the dawn will never come
punish my heaven

The charge of cosmos
Charging at us from unearthly distance
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between heaven and hell

My soul bears all the weight of mountains
As mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness ?
I curse the heaven above me
As the light sinks through
my outstretched fingers
Fading in my open arms

Make each tear in my bare hands
A lifetime in hell
On this last day of light
When our autumn leaves fell
And as heaven itself commands me
out of its lair
My face lined with darkness I'll go !

So drink from the fountain everlasting...drown
With these eyes the land can no longer deceive us
He cried into nothing with the voice of his soul
New logic brought upon the remains of his land
the land deceives
Bacchi gates bid me welcome

THE DIVIDING LINE
Music: Johansson, Sundin, Jivarp
Lyrics: Stanne

Strangelove
dance the dividing line

We shall burn the earth
we shall burn our lives

For the tallest tree shall battle most
the wind it leaves the week behind
The storm that you've denied me
shall force your world to fall
Your castles made to tremble
with foundations based upon a lie

The storm that you've denied me
sweep the undivided truth
His mind shall not of thoughts be tempted
nor words can heal his bleeding scars

We must burn our minds

Colours collide with the words of his beliefs
Bring back the storm of distant years
Tumbling, trembling as there is no waking up
there is no dividing line as logic now fails

Stream upwards, rage against them all
Speak of words hidden in your song
mere mortals strive for strength in numbers
there is no dividing line

As the writer defies the empty page
the empty mind its feed shall seek

Pass on to the frail and mindless
now what sanity discards
The storm shall sweep the weak of heart
and tear your castles down
Crush the very foundations
on which your faith is based
Torn across the dividing line

THE GALLERY
Music: Henriksson
Lyrics: Stanne, Sundin

Come and dance through my vanity's halls
Welcome to my exhibition
Ornaments fall
the fate of my art, condemned
And the creative soul
that grows to the tune of the harvest song
Embody my lifelong passion
intertwine with the structures of my art
Those empty frames staring at me

One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
in honour of the birthless rebellion within me

Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words

The artistry of living chaos
is pictured in the poets tears
'Cause everything burns
The final concept
Is all but a thought away

Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
My thoughts and words will come to right
In my chamber where the chaos conveys
Kneel down to my desire

Devoid of life
Far from the strengthening force
from which it feeds
The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee
Behold the answers that darkness sets free

Freedom beyond the enslavement
Never let loose upon the world
can we forgive the enchanter that
dance beyond the skyline dark
The stains of fire, the one begotten ancestor
to one of far greater strength
Starvation divine

For he shall stand no taller than the flames
that is his feed
Let us not go gently
into the endless winternight
We are but strangers
acting on our fragmentary perception

Perception is the lie of the misled
Things are not what they appear
So swear by your deception

There shan't be fire, nor shall be the flame
Quench the desire to reign
With fear of its drawing
appears now in sight
the one brooding warning
Stand clearer than night

Wings of fire burn the night
Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet
Let the past cling on to its futile self
And may the present rush for the future's glare

Grave to cradle,
Cradle to grave
so infinity clash
Grave to cradle,
Cradle to grave
in twofold matter

Two forces gone full circle
never shall one of the other grow fond
Join me, the time is upon us
He spoke and in fury we flew

Far beyond the limits of time
Disown the borders of life itself
crafted and moulded all in one form
split up and scattered in the world that we own

Grow towards me
beknight the strength of the symbiosis
backwards striving
counterparts with different eyes have observed
of time unconditional

Grave to cradle,
Cradle to grave
so infinity clash
Grave to cradle,
Cradle to grave
in twofold matter

Tell of days to come
Tomorrow remembered
Your yesterday, my future

Recollection of the day
Delusions cast where dead trees sway

The sabre that separates
is the candle that burns both ends

Born from death you now confront me
Back to death with my life I take you
Die more with each movement of mine

LETHE
Music: Henriksson
Lyrics: Sundin

Lethe,
give me to drink of the fluid
that disintegrates
and lend me the sweet balm and blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong

Hold me near, unravel the stars
as I speed through the heavens,
speed through the night
for you are my blade and my rope,
you are my
Lethe

In currents of cobalt
you storm through my heart
to sever, to puncture
the memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries
in sharp stabs of pain
your talonlike fingers to kill me again

Steal me, invade me and chage me again
for I burn and I shudder,
burn with each movement of

So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear, reforged and renewed
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe
Drag me down, in passionate sighs
with the ocean above me
and flame sin my eyes
and grant me a life I can live
without...

THE EMPTINESS FROM WHICH I FED
Music: Henriksson, Sundin, Johansson
Lyrics: Stanne

Silence in shivering solitude
obligations pressure for all to bear
All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies
Can mere words fills
the emptiness from which I fed ?

Be gone, Oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now on the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fed ?

Can silence be shared ?
If so, can the perception of silence
fit into the frame which is to represent
the unity for which we stand ?
The confines representing a timeless sacrifice.
No eye can of silence tell lie

Silence, yet the absence of sound
does not feed me
The essence of beauty alone
Fall silent to lingering charm
Brought forth be the sun
Shed light on the emptiness

What can be extracted from nothing
What can be found within the emptiness
Be gone, Oh yielding evidence of greed
Safe now on the other shore
Behind: The emptiness from which I fed ?

Brought forth be the errors of our ways
As is denial so is contempt
Introspective to all but one
Tear apart the frames
No eye can of silence tell lie

How can I even begin
The battle where none wins
From answers I now flee

Screaming out to no avail
Have I become what for so long I've dread
The missing pieces
Must now be replaced

What eyesight fails to grasp
Is the emptiness from which I fed

MINE IS THE GRANDEUR...
Music: Henriksson, Sundin

...OF MELANCHOLY BURNING
Music: Henriksson
Lyrics: Stanne

Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
Bestiality beckons - the anger set free
For there is no pain greater than thine
For there is no gain but the fury inside

Desolated since derived
Torn screaming from the gaping wounds
Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
outward reprisal
Swear by your throne

Fallen words shall grieve thee
the grandeur of melancholy

Frailty, thy name is weakness
vengeance, thy name is pain
Storm through the still glowing night
Ember eyes beyond reason shall see

Flee from the safety of the sheltering sky
See all but logic, so vengeance shall be
The grandeur of melancholy